Wild, Free and Mine

I put my

hands

on the 

saddle

for the first

time

and was not

afraid 

at all.

I jumped

up and lifted

my leg

over the horse.

I did not realize

it would

feel like

this.

The horse

started to

walk slowly

and I quickly

realized

my control

was gone.

This was 

no longer

my ride.

It was his.

We climbed

up the side

of a muddy

mountain

and I 

had no 

choice to 

hang on 

and 

let go. 

As we got 

to the meadow

I started 

to release

my breath

until

the horse took

off in the pasture. 

In a moment

I felt my

heart float

and I let

out a gasp

and started to 

laugh. 

And then

I got it.

I felt it.

What it was

like

to actually

live. 

Not through

the worlds

demands

and expectations

but through

what life

should 

actually be. 

Wild

Free

and mine.